[Intro: Dede Wyt]

[Verse 1: Solo]
I'm on my Kuli shit
Look I ain't had half of Jabba's bars
But everybody know what the fuck it was
Cup runneth over them all, abundant
Dangling right on the cusp
I'm in that royal bunch
Boys running outta luck
I'll be my loyal plug
And if anybody question that he a God
Then he really not one of us
Immediate runner-ups, remediate on the low
Like SOlo please aleviate so and so
It was real when they started
Guess they really all come and go
Made a scene out in public
I can really put on a show
You been on that subject
I can see we got common goals
Received what they wanted
Solid team up when they started
Jealousy what made them plummet
Now he barely write a sonnet
What's the verdict when you're version of mini me
Wordplay is iddy bitty
Similes against a soliloquies, ang'safihli
Fikile uthil' insizwa
Figures he'd be a beat when figures need to increase
Vele ufak' imali, living on your knees kanti uspanelani
It's easier for me to roll my sleeves up
Than kick my feet up, gcwel' inkani
Working to be key note
Hand on the trophy
Y'all can claim those alter egos
Ng'hamba nedlozi
[Pre-Hook: Solo]
Why you still bleed on tracks and choose what yo can't handle
Why you look at map and choose road less traveled
Whatchu think this is whats the plan bruh
What's the gist help me understand bruh

[Hook: KT]
It was either death or this
It was either death or this
(Listen to me when I tell you)
It was either death or this
It was either death or this

[Verse 2: Ginger Trill]
What's the reason why we don't need the intro
Is it how we vibe with the instrumental
We apply all the fundamentals
Catch you by surprise behind enemy lines
And we end you
BETR GANG better than everything, we thank you
If we rap better than every gang we meant to
Got the green light from a veteran to offend you
My language too gif mo lelemeng, hae voetsek toe
Rhythm in the pocket lil n***a
My Tswanalish is popping
One of one, Ikageng's finest
295 shit, 018 Pitso street dialect
Mixed with a little Twafrikaan papa
O ska tsaa dichance
Nee, o santse o pompa te swaak
O leseanyana laka
Dis 'n groot man ting
In case you ain't got word or die boodskap ting
It was either this or boela ko o tswang teng
Do or die n***a
[Pre-Hook: Solo]
Why you still bleed on tracks and choose what yo can't handle
Why you look at map and choose road less traveled
Whatchu think this is whats the plan bruh
What's the gist help me understand bruh

[Hook: KT]
It was either death or this
It was either death or this
(Listen to me when I tell you)
It was either death or this
It was either death or this

[Verse 3: HHP]
It was either go on therapy or
The n***as saying you we're legal
Livin' off the back of black people
Jabba Man Maftown hero, watchu know
I'm the motherfuking modern day Biko
Rambo, call this shit a sequel
Blow that horn
Watch me coming out smoking like Lesilo
Ke ledimo with the rhyming shit
Jalapeno add the Eno burp the fire and shit
Frank Casino want the whole thing
But Morafe told them all day
You ain't heard the whole thing
Botsa Tino and the whole band
Once I get up with my own gang
You ain't rocking ko mtseng
Hot damn I'm on my pampoose
Hang loose like all my people hanging like black fruits
Black suits, black limos, black boots , black juice
Black dude making dough like black Jews like...
[Interlude: Dede Wyt]

[Verse 4: KT]
It was either death or rich
It still is my n***a, and that's for real
It was either death or live
To the max it was either death or mills
I had to do my best for this
I had to pull up on it with my neck on chill
I can see my ex girl pissed
'Cause she just saw me with another fresh girl cream cheddar
It was either fresh or shit
It was either re dira diverse or chill
It was either she hit up my chats or cribs
So we can meet up and hit up a Netflix and chill
NOw we having sex on pills
And not the ones you find at the shops or clicks
I hit it from the back and jizz
The I put it on the track like this